Midsummer Madness

Midsummer Madness,

a cloud of black sheep

polka shake

sky cycle.

Neverending mosquitoes

loft

suck dry

feather island.

This is Midsummer

unique, life

in the middle of the cold.

The moment embracing

bonfire temperature.

generates small hours

inside me a comforting sleep.

I am, back on top

the mother of his back.

Yet I am writing

without complaint ode

a unique summer.

Even in the midst of the cold

my heart is dancing polkaa

black non-controlling

Alongside the cloud sheep.